4---
"Fuck. Can you use your brain? That guy isn't a normal person. Are you still treating him as a student? A student wouldn't have such killing intent. Didn't you feel it? It was a killing intent from actually killing people. Not people like us who only talk. He showed it when he asked if I will take revenge. If we go invoke him again, I can promise he won't show mercy..."
The leader scolded him. The other men showed agreement. The feeling that young man gave them was too powerful. An oppressive and uncomfortable feeling that made their breathing difficult, almost to the point of suffocating.
"But in the beginning... why did he seemed like a kid..." The idiot was still trying to argue.
Pah! Another clear slap.
"My god! How can I have such a stupid brother? You know? That was why he was dangerous. We wouldn't be scared if he looked like an gosu in martial art. Have you ever seem any gosu that actually looked like one?"
The leader slapped him again. He was feeling depressed. If his brother didn't look too much like him, that young man wouldn't have hold him hostage instead of the other four.
"Brother..."
"!?" Another slap on the face.
"Call me leader!"
"Leader..." He covered his face with his hand feeling wronged. He had thick skin but that didn't mean taking slaps without reason. He couldn't understand why his brother wanted him to call leader instead.
"Speak."
"Are we getting back on?" He glanced at at the train. The passengers were almost finished boarding.
"No freaking point. C city is a civilized city. Beautiful environments, not too big but prosperous. Since we have come here, we need to make a buck..."
The leader laughed as he stared into the night sky. They committed crimes as they wandered, no home, spent all they had, and think of ways when they have no money.
Zhang kept running after he left the train station. The time was midnight. Many people were training so he didn't attract any attention.
"Hu...Hu..." He finally got tired and leaned against a big tree. His body hidden among the tree's shadow.
After he left the train station, he felt more scared as he thought about everything. His thoughts were controlled by cold blooded emotion. That reaction was an instinct. This made Zhang feel scared. The him before could never speak in front of five savage looking men.
The worst fear was he almost lost control of himself and killed that man. He didn't understand why would he had such thoughts. His subconscious back then had an intense desire to kill.
Why?
Why did I want to kill when he was no longer a threat?
Zhang racked his brain on this question. That wasn't his thought. He never even killed a chicken in his life. Definitely shouldn't have such a strong killing intent against a stranger so suddenly.
Zhang wanted to find out the source of this problem. It wasn't a problem with the memories he inherited. He had done multiple small tests in this month and confirmed those memories wouldn't affect his decisions. They would only try to instinctively protect him when in danger.
So the problem was with himself!
"Why? Why..."
Zhang muttered. He looked up at the night sky. It was still far from dawn. He had two choice. Go back to school to sleep, or sleep in a friend's house.
"Taxi..."
He chose the friend's house without a second thought. The school was probably closed by now. That old man guarding the gate was stubborn. Plus, the semester had started three days ago.
"How much does it cost to get to xx street?" Zhang knew he would get ripped off if he didn't come to a deal first.
"Twenty." The driver recognized his local accent and gave a fair price.
"Ok. Twenty. I will pay price and give me the receipt..."
The driver rolled down the window. The cold air made him feel so comfortable. He reached for his pocket. The price was fair but Zhang didn't trust the driver. Pay first and getting the receipt was the best option.
"Ah... my wallet..." He stood there in a daze. His hand froze inside the pocket. The only thing was the knife. He almost cut his finger trying to find the wallet.
"What's it? No money?"
"I left my wallet at my friend." Zhang looked as though he was going to cry. That was when he realized his wallet was still in the girl's hand.
"Hehe. I am not Leifeng (selfless). You can walk back if you don't have money... Ah..."
The driver suddenly screamed and the taxi sped off like a rocket. The tail light disappeared in just a few seconds. That speed rivaled F1.
"... Why did you run so fast? I just wanted to ask if this knife is worth the twenty dollar..."
He watched with his eyes wide open and knife in hand as the taxi drove away. It seemed like he had to go back to school. That friend's house was at least twice as far as the school.
He looked at the knife and weighted it. Hefty. Should be decent quality. He put it back in his pocket instead of throwing it away.
C city was a known city that never slept, especially during summer. Lonely or over energetic people wandered the streets through the nights. It wasn't boring walking on the street. Occasionally, half covered girls in heavy makeup came out from those shops and tease and call him. He had long heard of this but never had the chance. Unfortunately, he didn't have any money on him...
4---
"Fuck. Can you use your brain? That guy isn't a normal person. Are you still treating him as a student? A student wouldn't have such killing intent. Didn't you feel it? It was a killing intent from actually killing people. Not people like us who only talk. He showed it when he asked if I will take revenge. If we go invoke him again, I can promise he won't show mercy..."
The leader scolded him. The other men showed agreement. The feeling that young man gave them was too powerful. An oppressive and uncomfortable feeling that made their breathing difficult, almost to the point of suffocating.
"But in the beginning... why did he seemed like a kid..." The idiot was still trying to argue.
Pah! Another clear slap.
"My god! How can I have such a stupid brother? You know? That was why he was dangerous. We wouldn't be scared if he looked like an gosu in martial art. Have you ever seem any gosu that actually looked like one?"
The leader slapped him again. He was feeling depressed. If his brother didn't look too much like him, that young man wouldn't have hold him hostage instead of the other four.
"Brother..."
"!?" Another slap on the face.
"Call me leader!"
"Leader..." He covered his face with his hand feeling wronged. He had thick skin but that didn't mean taking slaps without reason. He couldn't understand why his brother wanted him to call leader instead.
"Speak."
"Are we getting back on?" He glanced at at the train. The passengers were almost finished boarding.
"No freaking point. C city is a civilized city. Beautiful environments, not too big but prosperous. Since we have come here, we need to make a buck..."
The leader laughed as he stared into the night sky. They committed crimes as they wandered, no home, spent all they had, and think of ways when they have no money.
Zhang kept running after he left the train station. The time was midnight. Many people were training so he didn't attract any attention.
"Hu...Hu..." He finally got tired and leaned against a big tree. His body hidden among the tree's shadow.
After he left the train station, he felt more scared as he thought about everything. His thoughts were controlled by cold blooded emotion. That reaction was an instinct. This made Zhang feel scared. The him before could never speak in front of five savage looking men.
The worst fear was he almost lost control of himself and killed that man. He didn't understand why would he had such thoughts. His subconscious back then had an intense desire to kill.
Why?
Why did I want to kill when he was no longer a threat?
Zhang racked his brain on this question. That wasn't his thought. He never even killed a chicken in his life. Definitely shouldn't have such a strong killing intent against a stranger so suddenly.
Zhang wanted to find out the source of this problem. It wasn't a problem with the memories he inherited. He had done multiple small tests in this month and confirmed those memories wouldn't affect his decisions. They would only try to instinctively protect him when in danger.
So the problem was with himself!
"Why? Why..."
Zhang muttered. He looked up at the night sky. It was still far from dawn. He had two choice. Go back to school to sleep, or sleep in a friend's house.
"Taxi..."
He chose the friend's house without a second thought. The school was probably closed by now. That old man guarding the gate was stubborn. Plus, the semester had started three days ago.
"How much does it cost to get to xx street?" Zhang knew he would get ripped off if he didn't come to a deal first.
"Twenty." The driver recognized his local accent and gave a fair price.
"Ok. Twenty. I will pay price and give me the receipt..."
The driver rolled down the window. The cold air made him feel so comfortable. He reached for his pocket. The price was fair but Zhang didn't trust the driver. Pay first and getting the receipt was the best option.
"Ah... my wallet..." He stood there in a daze. His hand froze inside the pocket. The only thing was the knife. He almost cut his finger trying to find the wallet.
"What's it? No money?"
"I left my wallet at my friend." Zhang looked as though he was going to cry. That was when he realized his wallet was still in the girl's hand.
"Hehe. I am not Leifeng (selfless). You can walk back if you don't have money... Ah..."
The driver suddenly screamed and the taxi sped off like a rocket. The tail light disappeared in just a few seconds. That speed rivaled F1.
"... Why did you run so fast? I just wanted to ask if this knife is worth the twenty dollar..."
He watched with his eyes wide open and knife in hand as the taxi drove away. It seemed like he had to go back to school. That friend's house was at least twice as far as the school.
He looked at the knife and weighted it. Hefty. Should be decent quality. He put it back in his pocket instead of throwing it away.
C city was a known city that never slept, especially during summer. Lonely or over energetic people wandered the streets through the nights. It wasn't boring walking on the street. Occasionally, half covered girls in heavy makeup came out from those shops and tease and call him. He had long heard of this but never had the chance. Unfortunately, he didn't have any money on him...
